I'm bringing sassy back

Tonight I went to the Believers Never Die Part Deux tour at the Tsongas Arena in Lowell. The tour is headlined by Fall Out Boy, and the other bands included are Hey Monday, Metro Station, All Time Low, and Cobra Starship. I'm not going to go into a huge recap because the show was 4.5 hours long and come on, no one likes reading wicked long recaps. But there are a few things I want to mention.

~The pit was the most ridiculous one I've been in. I thought the Paramore one was bad. Nope. These emo-rock-punk-whatever groups have crazy pits. Even crazier than any Evanescence pit I've been in, or the two Family Values ones. There was a lot of shoving and elbowing and stepping on people. We started out near the back (which was really the middle) and by the end of the second band's set, I'd pushed my way to right behind the barricade. The only reason I was able to do this was because of all the moshing and crazy thirteen year olds. They're fun to push. The sixteen and seventeen year olds know what they're doing, and I'm sure I have a ton of bruises, but the little ones just get shoved out of the way. I also couldn't keep my arms at my sides, I had to keep them up so I could elbow people, and now it hurts to move them.

~Hey Monday was amazing. Cassadee has an incredible voice and sounds exactly like she does on the Hey Monday CD, which is a rarity for female performers (from what I've seen, anyway, which isn't much). She was also adorable.

~Metro Station was really good as well. I don't really know their music, but they were wicked energetic and fun. Yelled at the crowd a lot.

~All Time Low. AHH. They're my favorite band on the tour, besides FOB, and they didn't disappoint me. Someone threw a bra on stage during their set, so they started collecting them. Told the crowd that they were going to try to get a record number of bras. So a ton of girls threw their bras on stage. Originally, the bras were hanging from a mic stand but there were so many that it fell over.

~Cobra Starship is better live than they are on CD. I saw them last year at the Honda Civic Tour (also headlined by FOB) and I think I liked them a little, but when I was listening to music last week to try to learn it for the show, Cobra was my least favorite band. But they opened with The City is at War and also played Bring It (Snakes on a Plane), and Cassadee came out and sang for that one. The audience loves them and they love the audience and are amazing performers.

~FOB is FOB. They're fantastic on stage. A bunch of people from the other bands came out randomly to perform with FOB (not just singers...Cassadee came out for Sugar We're Going Down, but guitarists and bassists came out too). They just really know what they're doing. People can make fun of FOB all they want, but they put on a damn amazing show.

~One of the best things is that even though the four opening bands aren't necessarily as big as FOB, the crowd still knew the music, and the bands still were energetic and loved the audience.


My ears are still ringing, my legs are sore, and I can't move my arms (and I have to go bang out a presentation I'm supposed to do in one of my classes...oops...) so I'm going to stop gushing, but damn. So worth it.

Urgh

One of the things that annoys me most in the world: "I give up on boys. I wish I were a lesbian. [Interchangeable with 'Maybe I should become a lesbian.'] Then everything would be easier."


Wrong. Completely wrong.




Another thing that annoys me: When people get in my way when I'm walking down the street. More specifically, when two people manage to take up a whole damn sidewalk.


Makes me wish I had a taser.

All Time Fall Out Cobra Monday Station: The Musical

Someone should write a musical with music by the bands in the "Believers Never Die, Part Deux" tour. It would be ironically emo and ridiculous, laughing at the scene kids and pseudo-hipsters who refuse to accept the fact that they are scene kids and pseud-hipsters but creative enough so that these kids enjoy it without realizing they're being made fun of. Pete Wentz can produce it; he has a lot of money.


It would open with The City is At War by Cobra Starship, mainly because it's stuck in my head.




But really. Someone should write this.

More Dawson

"I wish I was back in high school."-Allison (sarcastically)
"I wish I lived on a creek."-Me

"Why does he keep wearing that necklace?"-Allison
"Cuz he's a fag."-Me


Savage Garden was just used as background music.

The music is also kind of ridiculous. The lyrics always go with the actions.

This makes me respect Robert Pattinson more.

I don't know where she got it, but my friend Eliza just blogged it and it made me laugh.

Dawson's Creek

First of all, I like teen dramas. I accept it and embrace it. The OC, My So-Called Life, Buffy, 7th Heaven, Gossip Girl, Popular, Roswell, even sitcoms like Saved by the Bell. I'd never watched Dawson's Creek, and Tracie gave me seasons 2 and 4 a couple of years ago, so I found the first season on Amazon for under $15 and started watching it yesterday. Sometimes it looks a little flat and there are some bad lighting choices, but for the most part, it's enjoyable and engages me. But I get sucked into things relatively easily, so that needs to be taken with a grain of salt. I like teen conflict, and the affair between Pacey and his teacher is interesting. However, sometimes the dialogue is too old for the high schoolers, the theme song makes me cringe, and the placement of Capeside is throwing me off. It's supposed to take place in Massachusetts. Fine. Dawson's father made a reference to a trip they took to the Cape, and when Joey's sister is having her baby, the ambulance is all the way in Duxbury. But then during the hurricane, the two other towns with schools closed were Falmouth and Yarmouth. What? LOOK AT A MAP WHEN YOU'RE WRITING THE SCRIPT.

Ah, reality television. I love you.

1. The Cougar

This show has the best elimination process I have seen on reality TV thusfar. I haven't seen Ru Paul's Drag Race, and apparently that had good eliminations, but my former favorite was "You will not be the next Pussycat Doll. Please hang up your boa." The Cougar is a dating show with a 40 year old woman, Stacey, and male contestants in their mid to late 20s. During eliminations, Stacey calls each guy up and tells him to kiss her. If she lets him kiss her on the lips, he's allowed to stay. But if she turns her cheek to him, he leaves.

It makes me laugh every time.


2. I Love Money 2

Quote of the week comes from this week's episode. Keep in mind, they're in Mexico.

Saaphyri: Look! Dolphins!
Prancer: I think those are manta rays.
Saaphyri: Oh, like penguins?



3. Real Housewives of NYC


Bravo TV Video - Bethenny-isms

An "If you give" book.

The mouse nibbled on my cookies. I'm okay with it because it reminded me of the book, which is one of my favorite kids books. If you give a mouse a cookie, he's going to want some milk. And if you give a pig a pancake, she's going to want...something. I forget. Syrup? If you give a moose a muffin, she's going to want something, too. If you give a pig a party, or take a mouse to school or the movies, things will happen.

There's a new "If You Give" book. Whole new character. I kind of can't get over it.!!!!!!

Two of my favorite things. Cats and cupcakes. AHH.The cat on the cover looks a little freaky because the pupils are just two little dots (which is why, in the smaller version of the image, it looks like the cat is a zombie), but ahh!

There's also "Merry Christmas, Mouse!" and "Time for School, Mouse." Excuse me. Those titles don't fit with the rest of them. They should be "If You Give a Mouse a Christmas" (or "If You Give a Mouse a Jesus") and...well, there's already "If You Take a Mouse to School." So is the mouse going on his own?

In September, "If You Give a Bear a Brownie" is coming out.



I want "If You Give a Pig a Party" in Spanish. It's available on Amazon. "Si Le Haces Una Fiesta A Una Cerdita." Genius.

17 Again

As much as I hate to admit it, I really liked this movie. Maybe because I tend to like anything remotely Disney-esque. Or maybe because the combination of Zefron and Matthew Perry was too much for me to handle. At any rate, it seemed like a transition movie for Zefron, from the HSM movies to "real" movies (we won't count Hairspray). He didn't sing, but he did dance and play basketball. At one point, he's standing up to the mean basketball player and the guy goes "Yeah? What are you gonna do?" and I honestly expected Zefron to reply with "I'm gonna dance" and then break into song. Because that's what he does.

Also, when Matthew Perry was about to go to work, my immediate response was "WHAT IS CHANDLER BING'S JOB?"

Reason number 387 why I love Boston.

Yesterday my Video Field group was filming our third and final project of the semester, a 6-8 minute short about a hipster vampire falling in love with a zombie. We were in the Common by the mauseoleum that's falling apart, the one behind the tennis courts, and had three girls with zombie outfits and makeup on and one hipster kid. A little strange, but not anything unusual for Emerson. A bunch of black men were in the gazebo, standing in a circle and swaying back and forth. Then they started shouting. They were all facing inwards and would lean back and yell a phrase, but we had no idea what they were saying. They'd only yell every five minutes or so, so we'd have to get scenes done as quickly as possible so the shouting men wouldn't be in our audio track. At the same time, there was a giant scavenger hunt going on, and the people partcipating kept thinking that the mausoleum was a monument. We'd see people with backpacks and red shirts (which I think said "The Great American Race" or something similar; we asked one team about it and they said it was for charity) and tell them that the mausoleum was of no importance before they could even ask. I think Jeannie, our main zombie, chased a few of them away.

The best, part, though, was that while we were shooting, THE FETISH MARATHON RAN BY. Tomorrow is marathon Monday, so the city is packed with tourists and people are all excited that it's marathon weekend. I'm used to that. But I've never seen the fetish marathon. It's a group of people dressed in different fetish gear that run around the city. We saw them turn onto Boylston from S. Charles and then they ran through the Common, following a guy in a green kilt with a whistle. People were mainly dressed in bondage gear, but there was someone with a Frank the Bunny head, a few kilts, and some random other things. Jeannie ran down and high fived a few of them as they passed us. Jenn made a comment about them looking strange (I couldn't hear exactly what she said) and one of the guys in the parade answered "we're saying the same thing about you!"

I love Boston. As we were filming our last segment, someone started playing bagpipes. Ah, Beantown. How I will miss you.

It's the final countdown

I finished comparing the lesbians and the heteros around 3:15 this morning, after half a pot of coffee had been digested, as well as a grilled cheese on wheat bread. Tip toes were made around the apartment, over my semi-clean floor, around the maze of people and sleeping necessities in the living room, and into the kitchen multiple times in order to refill my little red cup. My brain let me sleep at around 4, after visions of Carmen de la Pica Morales and Bette Porter had finished tap dancing their way through my head. At 8, the final countdown came blaring out of my phone and I contemplated hitting snooze and sleeping for another hour, but then I remembered the zombie storyboards and how I need to type up the shooting schedule and shot list so we can film this weekend. I cut the feminists out of my paper, made them disappear by throwing them into a top hat along with a rabbit. Where did they go? It's magic. At eight thirteen, the themesong from The OC started playing. Molly was calling to tell me her key got stuck in the door. I didn't understand. The door? To our apartment. Oh. The front door? Yeah, the front door. The door downstairs? No, upstairs. The one to our apartment. Oh. I'll get it. Okay. Because I tried, but people were sleeping and it made too much noise. People are still sleeping? Yes. Okay. Then I'll get it. How are you going to get back inside? I don't know. But I got the key out of the door and I put it somewhere in Molly's room. I had an "I want to go to Europe" moment the other day, craving bits of Barcelona and Prague. I haven't seen enough of the world. Not even close. I need to fill up my Facebook maps.

Quotes remind me of people.
“I think there's something peculiar about me that I haven't died. It doesn't make sense but I refuse to die.” ~Judy Garland. That one reminds me of Jocelyn. Don't know why. Jocelyn's a stubborn girl, an April only-child like myself, but more determined and also blonde.

“People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; never throw out anyone.” ~Audrey Hepburn. Morgan. Because she never throws anyone away.

"There are many things in your heart you can never tell to another person. They are you, your private joys and sorrows, and you can never tell them. You cheapen yourself, the inside of yourself, when you tell them." ~Greta Garbo. Chess. Because I don't think I've hit something I haven't been able to tell her yet.

“Joey : Pheebs, you wanna help?
Phoebe : Oh, I wish I could, but I really don't want to.” ~Friends. Becca. Because she appreciates the show just as much as I do. And loves it a little too much. Just like I do.

"For beautiful eyes look for the good in others, for beautiful lips speak only words of kindness, and for poise walk with the knowledge that you are never alone."~Audrey Hepburn. Rachel. Because she's a geniunely nice person and beautiful inside and out.


This entry was longer than I expected. Time for zombies.


Poker Face is about bisexuality. Ahh! They're everywhere! The queers are everywhere!

New reality show love.

We just watched The Cougar and I absolutely love it. It's hysterical. I'll write more about it tomorrow, but I'm so glad we caught the second half of it.

La la, gays, la la

I think everyone should be queer. I want to go around painting rainbows on things.


The paper I'm writing is basically saying that Sex and the City is okay, but The L Word kicks its ass. I don't think that was originally what I was going for, but I'm okay with it. "Lesbians do everything better." So true, Sarah Shahi. So true.

Sick.

I sound like a broken exhaust pipe. While my head/stomach aches are gone, anything nose/throat related remains. My cough is disgusting. My dad kept yelling at me to get medicine, so the other day I went to CVS and got the CVS brand version of NyQuil and DayQuil. The daytime medication is orange and syrupy and tastes like citrus on crack. A little gross, but doable. I took a shot of it before Queer class yesterday and I think I got a little tipsy off it. Oops. The nighttime medication, however, is thinner and an ominous dark green; the label calls it "original flavor." (The daytime label had no flavor claims.) "Original flavor," I found out, means black licorice mixed with a hint of blue (yes, blue; I see and taste things in colors sometimes) and a splash of death. It was disgusting. I think I gagged after taking it, even after I gulped down a cup of water.


It does manage to knock me out, though. Yesterday I ignored both alarms and still had trouble opening my eyes at nine AM because the medication hadn't worn off yet. At around four this morning, I had to get up and it took five minutes of motivational thinking and every ounce of energy I had to get my body out of bed. When I got back into bed, I felt the need to snuggle and wound up falling asleep hugging my pillow.


How long is cold medicine supposed to last? Because at the rate I'm going, the daytime bottle is going to be finished by the end of today.

Amazon removing sales rankings from queer books.

Sales rankings are being removed from gay and lesbian books on Amazon.com because they're considered "adult" books and thus don't appear in some searches or have sales rankings attached to them. Right. That makes sense. Put vibrators on the website and let people rank those, but heaven forbid Brokeback Mountain appear in some searches.

Source


Every time I think we're making progress, we get thrown one step back.

Randoms.

1. I kind of miss the 02360. "Homes" are now the 02114 (Bean) and 02694 (Mashpee). Oh two six nine four? What? No. Too hard to memorize. The dorms in LA are located (I think) in 90068. THAT DOESN'T START WITH A ZERO. The only place I lived that doesn't start with a zero was the Netherlands, which is different because it's a whole other coding system. Plus, I just refer to that home as "the castle." I don't know how I feel about things that start with nine.

2. I have to give two presentations on Monday. Which means I'm going to be nervous the whole damn day.

3. Out of curiosity, I counted things on my bookshelves. Ninety three movies on DVD, sixty three seasons of television on DVD, fifty two movies on VHS. I gave up trying to count books. That's a lie. I just didn't want to count anymore.

4. I email/Facebook too much.

5. How do you get to know someone without seeming creepy?

A wee bit o celebration.

With your heart, kindle my heart.

I am a princess. All girls are. Even if they live in tiny old attics. Even if they dress in rags. Even if they aren't pretty, or smart, or young. They're still princesses. All of us.

I know that princess movies and fairy tales are condemned for portraying women as weak and in need of saving. I've heard of the Cinderella complex and the fear that Disney princess movies will make girls grow up with unreal expectations about love. I know about feminism and post feminism. Female empowerment and womyn and grrl and all of that. But there is something about these movies that give me hope. A Little Princess (1995) remains to be one of the most beautiful and heartwarming movies I have ever seen. I remember that my VHS copy of it (which I still have) came with a locket and I sobbed when I lost it. When I was eight, the only place I wanted to visit was India. I didn't care about Paris or Barcelona; only India and the magic that was supposed to come with it. This movie taught me to be a good, selfless person because good people get rewarded, and although my views on that may be a bit jaded, part of me believes in it still. Although it is fourteen years old, the movie is still beautiful in terms of aesthetic as well as story. I love when the friends steal the locket out of Ms. Minchin's desk. I love when Sara gives her cinnamon roll to the poor people on the street. I love when Sara and Becky wake up surrounded by food. I love when Amelia runs away. I always cry when Sara's father gets his memory back.


The last movie I watched (before this) was Aladdin. Even though The Little Mermaid was my favorite when I was little, I think Aladdin is my favorite now. But I'll watch almost anything that has a princess in it.

Pants.

I went 12 days without wearing pants, but I think I'm going to stop for a little while because I want to save my skirts/dresses for when it's warm and I no longer need leggings or tights. And I'm a fan of the jeans and tank top combo, which I'll be able to wear soon.

Curves.

I love curves. I love the shape and definition that can come with the female form, the less obvious version of the hourglass figure. My favorite celebrities are thin women with curves; nothing drastic, but with just enough amount of hip(s). Stick-thin women creep me out a little. I don't think I will able to fully appreciate high fashion because of the models that are used for runway shows; they're too thin and bony for my liking. I know that all women are beautiful and whatnot, but there's a specific body type I'm attracted to and find appealing. Also attractive is when women know how to use their body while dancing. Well-shaped lips are wonderful as well. The same goes for eyes. And eyebrows (Kristen, you'd be proud at how attention I now pay to eyebrows). I happen to like my lips because of how they curve.

I loved when Poland Springs redesigned the water bottles and made them curvier and more eco-friendly. Curvy shape and easier to hold onto. Good job, Poland Springs! You made me happy. And my favorite coffee cup, the one I use every day, to the point where some of the paint has rubbed off where my lips usually land, curves outwards. Most coffee cups I've seen and used are the same shape, but this one is more bowl-shaped, as are the Polish ones in our kitchen. They're easier to cup your hands around, so they're easier to hold and also keep your hands nice and warm. If my cup ever breaks, I'll probably cry. I had a favorite juice glass that Molly accidentally broke that was curvy as well. I also have a favorite fork (I like food...so I like and appreicate utensils) that's a little curvier than most. And don't get me started on spoons. I almost always use soup spoons because they're nice and round. Even if I'm just stirring sugar into my coffee, I'm more likely to grab a soup spoon. I like the letter C. Not just because it's for cookie, although that is good enough for me. It's not my favorite letter (H/h has my heart, for obvious reasons), but it's a good one.

Behold the power of Cheesus.

Appropriate, because it's technically Sunday, and the start of Jesus week.

Current song loves.

Again Again, by Lady Gaga


Be Ok, by Ingrid Michaelson (I liked this song before I heard it on the Motts commercial, really.)

Cartoon Bethenny has big thighs.

New York


1. I love when Bethenny starts talking like Jill. I need a Jewy friend.
2. The camera work annoyed me. If Jill is talking, don't get a reaction shot of Bethanny. Go for the two shot. Come on, guys.
3. Bethenny mentioned the Snuggie.


The countess is getting a divorce! Oh no!


Orange County
Someone threatened Vikki. Haha.


New Jersey
...New Jersey.